An end and a beginning…
Saturday, December 31st, 200517 hours and 22 minutes left…
It feels like I’m finishing a story. One that didn’t quite turn out the way I thought it would. The main character didn’t develop the way I thought he would and he certainly didn’t go places or do the things I imagined he would. In fact, the whole story has turned out rather anti-climatic. The last few pages are nearly blank and I’m left with a bittersweet feeling…a sadness…but yet…expectation…
it’s like the last freeze before Spring…the last freeze that slowly gives way to the warmth of the Sun. The air is sharp with cold yet filled with expectation. Something is here. Something has come. It’s hidden. But you can sense that something has changed. The yearning of the dark winter has found it’s answer. Beauty has come…
So yes, it feels like I’m finishing a story…or part of one anyway. This is the silence between acts…wintry melancholy giving way to the breathless expectation of what beauty and adventure await in the next part of the story…it’s already happening… it’s beginning…the story is changing…the curtain is rising…the snow is melting…
“Here it comes a beautiful collision is happening now.”